April 23, 2009

A Mighty Wind

The kind of windy for which the local weather guys often use the word breezy.

This chunk of barn roof nearly took out my dad's zebra finch house. The roof was a
bit damaged, but no birds were harmed. Of course, two did get out, and
then they remembered that they have no idea how to deal with out, and tried to get back in. The last I heard one of the two was living in a mobile, parked just outside the bird house door. He's now zebra trash.

Erm. Short of a Nor'Easter, or, you know, a hurricane, I feel safe in saying it's not likely we'll experience breeziness such as that on the Bay in July. At least I hope not; strong wind freaks me out, man.

Its how you throw out information like 'my dad's zebra finch house' with out even realizing the comedy in just that sentence alone. You are aware that to most of us...that you practically live on a ZOO right? And this time I am not talking about your children.

Cats, Cows, frickin trashy zebra finch....what is next? You guys wouldn't be in the market for any SWINE would you? Cuz I know where you can get one CHEAP.

Actually the whole thing looks a lot like this mega-modern summer home in a western PA resort, built across the street from my mom & dad's A-Frame, by a family of Italian Bakers. They had a neat Bocce Court there that we used to play on.

We have a lot of windiness here most mornings, but it's not the sort with which the weatherman concerns himself.